Your Body

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Yes sir
 Yes sir
 Yes sir
 Yes sir
 I got new shoes on right(yes sir)
 Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
 And you can see it in my eyes (yes sir)
 That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
 And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
 And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
 But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
 Then damn it ill beat it up(yes sir)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 I don't know why, but the ladies call ol' baby blue the sticker
 They take me and rape me and make me they victim
 I lick them and freak them and if they married I sneak them
 If they look like girlfriend material, then I keep 'em
 Stuntin' through the city tryin' to find a lady who's
 Beautiful, but she gotta have booty too
 Baby blue gonna let you do what you wanna do
 You can feel on it if you really want to
 Get a taste of this salami
 knock knock knock knock you down like a tsunami
 Bussin you like a tummy
 I'mma ahead of my class
 Gettin head in this Jag
 Look in this duffle bag see benjemin head on the cash
 I got new shoes on right (yes sir)
 Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
 And you can see it in my eyes (yes sir)
 That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
 And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
 And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
 But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
 Then damn it imma beat it up(yes sir)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 Top down blue star tag
 Ol' master bear skin rugs in the jag
 Spectac with the bad chick in the back
 tryin to beat it up like an Everlast punching bag
 hotter than a bisquick biscuit out the oven
 your baby mama go on missions to get this lovin
 we kissin and huggin she never pick her phone up
 You be lookin for her while we doin the grown up
 she complain when she catch back spasms, But she love when she catch the back orgasms
 yes sir, the game is automatic, give it to 'em one time
 They come back like addicts.
 I got new shoes on right(yes sir)
 Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
 And you can see it in my eyes (yes sir)
 That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
 And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
 And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
 But if she want me to beat it up(yes sir)
 Then damn it ill beat it up (yes sir)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 Well let me step up in this thang
 Right lookin smellin good
 lookin good Spec and Baby Blue and Pleasure Fool
 That's all we got!
 let me drop my top pull up in the parking lot
 grab a grape soda bag of chips
 that's all I got
 park outside minglin wit' my homeboys
 faked out fake hugs leave me alone boy
 plus the candy lookin good enough to eat
 you can tell by the way the girls actin cross the street
 but on the other hand
 Alfalfa Just hit me on my metro
 say a party in the park hard baby let's go
 the balla-tic no questions asked, so I jumped out the white jag
 smooth like Shaft come here girl!
 I got new shoes on the right (yes sir)
 Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
 And you can see it in my eyes (yes sir)
 That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
 And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
 And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
 But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
 Then damn it ill beat it up(yes sir)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
 

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Duration
04:00
Key
4
Tempo
90 BPM

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